i've always been a bit of a follow fashion...

Ok, some things I love...

• waking up on Saturday, thinking it's Friday, but realizing it's not before you get out of bed
• my Grandmother
• "old man, if you give those dogs one more piece of my food, I'm going to kick you till you're dead"
• Rufus Wainwright
• Limewire, and other sharing software that's broadened my horizons
• Puerto Rican Boys
• finding out that I'm not HIV positive after all
• ramen noodles with just a little bit of tabasco
• kissing on dancefloors
• the fact that I'm going to leave here in three months
• remembering that i can do anything i want to do
• Cribs, cause I'm a coveter yo
• God
• Lane Fuller
• the inside of a brand new sweatshirt
• Lex, despite myself
• Bjork
• the everlasting blogstalker, (miss you much)

links to come....

In the midst of a funk. On the upside, I'm with good company. After pie-assing for the past two years I've reached the point where i MUST get off this island before I implode ; before the pressure of trying to maintain my closet (and all the petty beneath-me bullshit that that entails), cuases me to crack up and cave in on myself. So, having come to this conclusion, I've now begun the planning/saving process. After meeting with some friends last night I realized that my "plan" was both A. underfunded and B., underplanned. So, it's looking like I'm going to have to get a second job in order to finance my exit. Sucks. I've been down here for two years, and had I applied myself like a good drone, I'd have all kind of savings by now... but no, I had to grasshopper the time a way, and now I'm assed out.

When I was nineteen, I spent a summer with my grandmother in Ohio. After two battle-filled months, I was scheduled to leave on an early morning flight. Despite the hour of said flight, I went out and got drunk on Xanax and beer anyway. Next morning at the check-in counter, I was so spaced out that I'd forgotten, my wallet (including ID), a package for my sister, and an entire suitcase. ON the drive home, with my grandmother muttering something about me being "on drugs", I just remember feeling like such a dumbass. I feel a little bit like that now.